concepts that are beyond my understanding and possibly beyond my belief 

Signs and coincidences and meant to be’s 

corrupt my skepticism, and scoffs, what if’s and logical detachments

Sunglasses on, so you won’t notice  how desperately I look at you

I’m without reason, you’ve thrown me one of those philosophical questions that I wasn’t ready for

The only thing I know is, It’s not in my hands anymore

The universe knows what it’s doing, right?

I'm so chill with it

(I think you can guess, I'm not)

What will be, will be

The universe knows what it's doing

I say nonchalantly, is it convincing?

I’ve never been a big believer



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